Oh yes, it's that time of year again when we have to change our clocks. Remember, in the spring it's "spring forward" and in the fall it's "fall backwards." Cute huh?
Well, for me it's a pain. I have TOO MANY clocks. Yes, I am a CLOCK COLLECTOR! Some people collect baseball cards (does anyone really collect baseball cards anymore)? Some collect salt and pepper shakers (my Mom did now I have all of them - lucky me). Some, like my friend Ed collects money (Scrooge McDuck style). Me? I collect clocks, every shape and size.
|From left to right, my Mom, my step-aunt Mary and step grandmother Margaret at their home in Towerville, PA 1948|
I think I acquired this clock obsession when I was a young boy and used to spend two weeks a summer at my Aunt Mary's house in the country. We lived in town, in a second floor apartment. We had electricity and running water and indoor toilets. Aunt Mary's house in the country had none of those civilized facilities but she did have some really cool ticking clocks. I remember so well going to sleep at night in that darkened house that was only lit by kerosene lamps with the comforting sound of ticking clocks. Since that time I've always associated the sound of ticking clocks with peace and quiet, so unlike where I lived in town where it was noisy and stressful. I guess I am always seeking to return to the peace and comfort that those ticking clocks of Aunt Mary's house always provided for me.
|Mom, me (Mom's arm is on my neck) and my two brothers at Aunt Mary's in Towerville, PA - 1948|
If you ever want to give me something (and nothing from the Dollar Store either, that junk falls apart after a few months), give me a clock. Sure, it will drive Bill crazy but adding another clock to my collection feeds my obsession. And yes, you will be enabling me.
|Aunt Mary and me at her home in Gap, PA - 2003 (10 years ago! Where does the time go?)|
Now if you'll excuse me I have to set about another dozen of so clocks to set back and hour.